Soon the tables and chairs were put down, the brocade cloth was spread, and the wine and food were delivered from Manxianglou.
Yan Shifan walked slowly in front of the fisherman who served as the meat screen, and suddenly asked, "I remember, there seems to be a female hunter in the six doors, why can't I see her here?"
I still remember her! This summer, he clenched the window lattice angrily.
Tong Yu was about to speak, but was stopped by the chief arrester with his eyes.
"There is a female arrestee who went to the outskirts of the city to handle a case early this morning. She has to stay at night, so she hasn't come back yet." The chief arrester knows that Yan Shifan is lustful, and this summer, he is a general under his command, so he naturally has to protect him. her some.
Yan Shifan glanced at the chief inspector, but the chief inspector did not change his expression and was not ready to give in.
The officials accompanied Yan Shifan to the seat. At the time of toasting, Yan Maoqing, the right servant of the Ministry of Punishment, smiled at Yan Shifan: "Young Master Yan, I have something to report to you first. Your case will be handed over to the three judicial divisions for trial. Qianliang silver, what do you think?"
Yan Shifan scratched his ears: "How much?"
Yan Maoqing observed his expression and asked tentatively, "How about two thousand taels?"
"What?" Yan Shifan narrowed his eyes.
"Too much? Then... Then one thousand taels? You also know that the Holy Master ordered a strict investigation, and we have to explain it, don't you?"
Yan Shifan said lazily: "I don't think it's good to have a thousand, so let's go, eight hundred taels of silver."
"Eight hundred taels?" Yan Maoqing looked at the other officials in embarrassment. Seeing that everyone was silent, he forced a smile and said, "...Then according to what your son said, eight hundred taels of silver."
In the ear room, I heard this summer inexplicably, and asked Yang Yue in a low voice, "What eight hundred taels?"
Yang Yue shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand either.
The outside world continued to mingle with each other, and suddenly someone heard a report: "Lu Yan is asking to see Lord Shangshu."
I was stunned this summer, what happened to Lu Yan? It's Lu Yi, he's back in Beijing? !
"Which Lu Jie thing?" Kou Shangshu couldn't react for a while, and someone whispered a few words next to him, "...He has returned to Beijing? How does he know we are here? This..." The left servant of the dignified punishment department, at this time I was a little nervous. Yan Shifan was also a criminal of the imperial court. If Lu Yi saw him entertaining him in the six doors, I wonder if it would cause trouble
Yan Shifan smiled lightly and said, "It turns out that Lu Yanshi has returned to Beijing, so please come soon!"
It's not good to violate Yan Shifan's intentions, so Kou Shangshu had to invite Lu Yi in.
Seeing Lu Yi's figure again, this summer's throat tightened for a while, his eyes were fixed on him, I just wished I could see him more clearly...
"It turns out that all the adults are here, please forgive me for taking the liberty."
Lu Yi smiled and saluted all the officials present.
Seeing him, Yan Shifan seemed to be in a very happy mood, so he called someone to add chairs and tableware to Lu Yi, chatted with him for a while about the customs of the two Zhejiang provinces, and then asked, "You came to Kou Shangshu today, but something important? "
"I heard that Mr. Yan was back in Beijing, and Dad wanted me to visit. I didn't expect that yesterday when I was in the prison of the Ministry of Justice, I found out that you were invited to the house by Mr. Kou." Lu Yi said calmly, "I was worried about your inconvenience in daily life. So I came here to visit, I didn’t expect that even the six-door catcher can be your meat screen, it seems that I am overthinking it.”
What he said did not look good on the faces of other officials present.
Yan Shifan patted him on the shoulder and laughed loudly: "Worry too much, worry too much... By the way, you still don't know something, they just told me that the three judicial tribunals have already convicted me of being greedy. One hundred taels of silver."
Hearing this, this summer, I just realized what the previous bargaining was for, and I couldn't help sneering in my heart. Yan Shifan, as a minister of the Ministry of Industry, spends more than one million grains of silver every year, and finally he was convicted as a mere 800 taels of silver. I'm afraid even street children. About to laugh out loud.
After hearing this, Lu Yi's expression was calm, his eyes slowly swept over the officials of the three judicial divisions in the banquet, and after a while, he smiled faintly: "I really thought too much."
At this moment, a ginkgo leaf fluttered down with the wind and landed on the mat in front of Lu Yi. He took it down, looked at it for a while, and said with a smile, "It's still summer, so how come this leaf is already yellow? It's not autumn yet. , there will be dead leaves falling, this is not a good omen. I heard that Xia Xingqiu order, more chills, Yan Gongzi should take care."
There are words in his words, meanings and meanings, how smart Yan Shifan is, how can he not hear it.
"You and I are both under the tree, and both have a chilling air, you should take care of Lu Yan." He said with a smile.
Lu Yi smiled and said no more, got up and left.
When he came out of the six doors, the smile on Yan Shifan's face gradually turned into a sneer, and the chill was penetrating.
Three days later, the Three Judicial Judicial Council decided the case, and the former Minister of Industry, Yan Shifan, took over the post under the exclusive authority, embezzling 800 taels of silver and black ink, and distributed it to Leizhou.
The Sage already felt that the punishment was too severe, and ordered that if anyone dared to submit the same memorial as Zou Yinglong, he would be executed!
On the surface, it seems that the Yan family has been hit hard, but it is not. And Yan Shifan did not go to Leizhou at all, but traveled all the way to the mountains and waters, but went back to his hometown in Jiangxi, built a house and built a building, and returned home dressed in fine clothes.
In the capital, in addition to taking care of Bailu, Lan Daoxing was often called by the sage to talk about Taoism, which was highly appreciated. He entered Xiyuan as the sage to help him and asked the immortal, and was honored as the blue god.
He had already heard about Yan Shifan in the palace. He received the superstition that Lu Yi introduced into the palace today, and learned that Yan Song would enter the palace today to submit a secret letter, so when he was helping him, he pretended to be an immortal and said to the sage: "Today There is a traitor to play."
The sage believed in the words of the immortals, and after waiting for a long time, seeing Yan Song coming to see him, he couldn't help but feel the suspicion of a traitor in his heart.
Lu Yi knew very well that if he wanted to bring down Yan Song, it would be useless to win over more people in the court. Only by letting the sage lose trust in Yan Song could he truly uproot the Yan family. So what he did was to take advantage of Lan Dao's help, plus the Sage's obsession with immortality, planting doubts about the Yan family little by little in the Sage's heart.
Lan Daoxing is very clear about his intentions, and he knows what he should do better than him.
One day, the sage asked Lan Dao to help him and asked the immortal, "Why is there no cure today? (Why can't the world be completely governed?)"
Lan Daoxing knew that the opportunity had come, and replied with the words of a fairy: "The virtuous is not used, and the unworthy will not be ignored. (The virtuous minister does not need, the treacherous minister is in charge.)"
The sage asked again, "Who is virtuous and not worthy? (Who is a virtuous minister and who is a traitor?)"
Lan Daoxing hesitated for a moment, realizing that he couldn't be too obvious, and he had to leave the Lu family clear, so he replied: "The wise are the ministers, the ministers, and the Shubo; the unworthy are Yan Song and his son." Yang Bo, a traitor like Yan Song's father and son.)"
The sage looked at the answer of the "immortal", frowned slightly, and suddenly raised his head to look at Lan Daoxing, his eyes were extremely sharp. Lan Daoxing's eyes were clear, extremely calm, and he sat cross-legged as usual. He knew that the sage was inherently suspicious, conceited and intelligent, and he trusted almost no one except the Taoist priests.
After a long while, the sage asked again, "Why didn't God shock him and kill him? (If that's the case, why didn't the gods punish the traitor?)"
This question is extremely sharp, and a slight wrong answer will not only fail to shake the Yan family, but even Lan Daoxing himself may be killed.
Lan Daoxing was not at all chaotic, and answered with a pen: "God punishes him, and those who benefit from it are to blame, so it is not to be punished, but it belongs to you. (God punishes him, which will make those who should have executed it feel guilty, so he will not be punished by heaven." , in order to leave it to the Holy One to judge yourself.)"
After reading these few words, the Holy Guru Longyan was delighted.
This matter quickly reached Yan Song's ears and Lu Yi's ears at the same time.
Lu Yi was in a hurry, he did not expect Lan Daoxing to do this on his own initiative without consulting him in advance. After inquiring carefully, he learned that in order to protect him, Lan Daoxing did not mention the Lu family at all, but mentioned Xu Jie and Yang Bo, deliberately diverting Yan Dang's attention.
This time, Yan Song's counterattack was extremely fast. He almost bought off several middle officials. These middle officials were eunuchs who served when they were helping him. Put him in jail and ask who ordered him.
Lan Daoxing was imprisoned.
At the same time, there is another thing. Yu Dayou, who had been fighting the Japanese well in Zhejiang and Zhejiang, was deprived of hereditary shadow and imprisoned.
And the reason for his imprisonment made Lu Yi want to scold people when he saw it - there was a group of Japanese pirates wandering along the coast of Zhejiang and Zhejiang, and Hu Zongxian's army was limited, so he couldn't spare them to deal with them, so they went to Fujian to grab one. The governor of Fujian was furious, and Li Hu, the supervisory censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, sued Hu Zongxian for allowing the enemy to flee and beggar-thy-neighbor. Hu Zongxian knew that Li Hu was from Fujian. He suspected that there was a traitor in his own people. He checked around and found out that Yu Dayou was also a Fujianese. So Hu Zongxian didn't say a word, pushed the black cauldron on Yu Dayou, and played on the saint. The sage was furious and immediately ordered that Yu Dayou's official position be cut off and he was imprisoned.
At the same time, two of Lu Yi's best friends were arrested and imprisoned. He hurried to the jail, but was stopped by Cen Fu and Cen Shou on the way.
"Eldest son, Master, please go back!" Cen Fu bowed his hands politely.
"I have something urgent to do now, so I'll go see Daddy when I look back." Lu Yi said, "Get out of the way!"
Cen Shou refused to let go, and firmly held on to the reins of Lu Yi's horse: "Eldest son, the master said that we must invite you back! Don't embarrass us."
Lu Yi looked at them coldly, and suddenly shot, the index finger and the middle finger were hooked, looking straight into Cen Shou's eyes, the trend was so fast, Cen Shou leaned back to dodge, not caring about his hands. Lu Yi changed his moves midway and easily regained the reins.
"Eldest son!" Cen Fu said in a hurry, "You know that the master has been in bad health for several days. It is a trivial matter that we are difficult to communicate with, but the master's body can't handle the urgency. You are in a hurry, and you will do it after seeing the master. That's right. Both of you will never dare to stop you again."
Thinking of his father's body, Lu Yi frowned for a moment, sighed, turned the horse's head, and galloped towards the house.
In the palace, Lan Daoxing also heard about Yu Dayou. He and Lu Yi fought against Japanese in Cengang. He also respected Yu Dayou as a person. Hearing about this, he was surprised. It was a poison scheme set up by Yan Shifan. Although Lu Yi was already thinking of protecting Yu Dayou, Lan Daoxing knew that with Yan Shifan's insidious behavior, this plan would not necessarily be another plan.
One day, the sage asked Lan Dao to help him and asked the immortal, "Why is there no cure today? (Why can't the world be completely governed?)"
Lan Daoxing knew that the opportunity had come, and replied with the words of the gods: "If the virtuous is not used, the unworthy will not be ignored. (The virtuous minister does not need, the treacherous minister is in charge.)"
The sage asked again, "Who is virtuous and not worthy? (Who is a virtuous minister and who is a traitor?)"
Lan Daoxing hesitated for a moment, realizing that he couldn't be too obvious, and he had to leave the Lu family clear, so he replied: "The wise are the ministers, the ministers, and the Shubo; the unworthy are Yan Song and his son." Yang Bo, a traitor like Yan Song's father and son.)"
The sage looked at the answer of the "immortal", frowned slightly, and suddenly raised his head to look at Lan Daoxing, his eyes were extremely sharp. Lan Daoxing's eyes were clear, extremely calm, and he sat cross-legged as usual. He knew that the sage was inherently suspicious, conceited and intelligent, and he trusted almost no one except the Taoist priests.
After a long while, the sage asked again, "Why didn't God shock him and kill him? (If that's the case, why didn't the gods punish the traitor?)"
This question is extremely sharp, and a slight wrong answer will not only fail to shake the Yan family, but even Lan Daoxing himself may be killed.
Lan Daoxing was not at all chaotic, and answered with a pen: "God punishes him, and those who benefit from it are to blame, so it is not to be punished, but it belongs to you. (God punishes him, which will make those who should have executed it feel guilty, so he will not be punished by heaven." , in order to leave it to the Holy One to judge yourself.)"
After reading these few words, the Holy Guru Longyan was delighted.
This matter quickly reached Yan Song's ears and Lu Yi's ears at the same time.
Lu Yi was in a hurry, he did not expect Lan Daoxing to do this on his own initiative without consulting him in advance. After inquiring carefully, he learned that in order to protect him, Lan Daoxing did not mention the Lu family at all, but mentioned Xu Jie and Yang Bo, deliberately diverting Yan Dang's attention.
This time, Yan Song's counterattack was extremely fast. He almost bought off several middle officials. These middle officials were eunuchs who served when they were helping him. Put him in jail and ask who ordered him.
Lan Daoxing was imprisoned.
Although Lu Bing is in command of the Beizhen Fusi, it does not mean that the entire Beizhen Fusi is his person. The strict party is powerful, and there are many Yan's lackeys in the prison.
Because Yan Song insisted that Lan Daoxing admit that he was instructed to do so, Lan Daoxing was severely punished as soon as he was imprisoned, and he was tortured to death after half a day.
During this period, Lu Yi passed by outside the torture chamber twice without looking inside, but the sound of whipping in the torture chamber, the sound of the iron burning on the fire, and the gasping of people at the extreme moment were all piercing like sharp needles. into his ears.
Lan Daoxing didn't say anything, so the torture used on him became more and more severe.
Lu Yi remained calm, everything was business as usual, until after returning home and closing the door, he was completely relieved. In the middle of the night, Lu Bing walked slowly under the corridor, raised his eyes and glanced at the house where Lu Yi lived a little far away, and the lights inside were faintly visible. He looked and looked, sighed, walked over slowly, and knocked on the door.
"Daddy, haven't you slept so late?" Lu Yi opened the door and hurriedly let him in.
Lu Bing sat down: "Are you still thinking about saving Lan Daoxing?"
Lu Yi was silent.
"You should be clear in your heart that the best way to do this is to let him die in jail, so that Yan Song will completely lose the trust of the saint." Lu Bing said lightly, "It's just that you can't be cruel."
Lu Yi said in a low voice: "I have collected a lot of evidence to prove that Yan Shifan and Luo Longwen are connected with Japan, and there is a chance to bring down the Yan family. He doesn't necessarily have to die."
Lu Bing sneered: "Think about the impeachment of Zou Yinglong. In the end, only 800 taels of silver were involved! As long as the sage still has affection for the Yan family, no matter how serious the crime is, it will not help. The most important thing is to let the sage treat Yan Song thoroughly. disappointment."
Lu Yi turned his back to the sky and let out a long sigh: "... I have ordered Cen Fu to force them to revise their confessions for the middle officials that Yan Song bought.
"Don't be in a hurry now, just watch people closely, and let them revise their confessions after Lan Daoxing is dead. At that time, it will be useless for the sage to regret it, and he will definitely be more angry with Yan Song." Lu Bingdao.
"Dad, I'm thinking, as long as the middle official is willing to revise his confession, he won't die."
"Whether he is dead or not, the sage's annoyance towards Yan Song is not the same." Lu Bing said, "Since things have reached this stage, you must not be soft-hearted and miss the opportunity!"
Lu Yi looked at him and remained silent.
Early the next morning, Lu Yi went to the prison again, and saw that Lan Daoxing had been tortured to the point of being completely inhuman. He excused the guards and fed Lan Daoxing pain-relieving pills.
"I will try to save you out, you must hold on." He whispered in Lan Daoxing's ear.
Lan Daoxing shook his head, and he had a hard time even opening his mouth to speak: "... Let me die... Here, only in this way, Yan Song... will completely lose... the trust of the saint."
Unexpectedly, he had this thought long ago, Lu Yi was speechless and could only stare at him.
Lan Daoxing smiled slightly, and said with difficulty: "Let's... From the beginning... we agreed to give up the car and keep the handsome, I... benevolent..."
There was a faint voice outside, and Lu Yi hurried out of the torture chamber.
In the prison room, a new round of torture began again, and Lu Yi pretended to check the records of the prison next door. With his ear, he could hear every slap that escaped from Lan Daoxing's mouth, until he fainted, was woken up by water, then tortured, and finally passed out completely and was dragged back to prison...
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In the six doors this summer, I also heard about Lan Daoxing. She didn't know about the relationship between Lan Daoxing and Lu Yi before, she only heard what he said to the sage, whether it was fake or not, she secretly appreciated it. Later, when I heard that he was imprisoned in the imperial prison, most of the time he wanted to suffer, he couldn't help but sigh, but there was nothing he could do.
It was late at night, Yuan Yi was still shaking his head and reciting in the courtyard: "Government with virtue, such as Beichen. Living where you live, all the stars are arching..."
"Stop reading, go to bed quickly, you have to get up early tomorrow."
This summer, I cleaned the stone mill and chased Yuan Yi with a water scoop.
Yuan Yi refused: "It's too hot to sleep inside, sister, next time you pay your salary, let's buy a bamboo bed and put it in the yard to sleep. It's cool and comfortable, okay?"
Yuan Chen came out of the room with two shirts on his hands, and shrugged at Yuan Yi, "Be quiet, your father just fell asleep."
"Mother, let me wash the clothes."
This summer, he reached out his hand to pick up the clothes, but Yuan Chen shied away: "No, you can just fetch water for me." After speaking, Yuan Yi went to sleep again.
Yuan Yi grumbled and entered the house reluctantly.
Although my mother didn't want her to do laundry, she was still busy this summer, washing and soaking the beans to be ground in the morning.
There was no one else in the courtyard, so Yuan Chen rubbed his clothes and asked indifferently, "Xia'er, what have you been doing these days? It's been wrong since you came back from the south.
This summer, his hands were fiddling with the beans in the water, without raising his head: "... no... no way, I'm fine."
"I haven't seen you catch a thief for more than a month, and you said that you are fine." Yuan Chen stared at her, "Yi family, a good marriage, you just don't want to..."
"Mother, how did you marry Daddy in the first place?" This summer, knowingly changed the topic.
Yuan Chen stared at a stain on his clothes and rubbed it hard: "The words of my parents' matchmaker, how can I marry."
"Did you recognize my father before you got married?"
"I know." Thinking of his youth, Yuan Chen couldn't help but smile, "To tell you the truth, at that time, there were several families who proposed marriage to my family, and your father was the most honest."
"You just think he's honest?" Jin Xia asked curiously.
"It wasn't me, it was my mother. Your grandmother liked him. Your grandmother said that with my temperament, I have to find an honest person to live a long life." Yuan Chen said with a smile, "I also think he is honest. If you become a relative with someone else, you might be bullied."
Jin Xia couldn't help laughing and said, "He was bullied a lot when he was with you."
"You damn girl, when did I bully your father?" Yuan Chen scolded with a smile, washed his clothes, and instructed, "Lock the courtyard door, go to bed quickly."
The outside wind was blowing, and the jujube tree in front of the door rustled. This summer, I opened the courtyard door and looked outside. In the dark night, there seemed to be a figure under the jujube tree. She didn't see it clearly, and when the moon was out of the clouds, she looked again, but the figure disappeared again, thinking that the shadow of the tree was blinding her.
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She was just patrolling the street that day, and when she was about to go back to change shifts, she was suddenly grabbed by someone vigorously.
"Uncle!" Seeing Uncle Beg this summer, he was startled.
The Uncle Beggar in front of him was very different from the time when he parted, with ragged clothes and unshaven beard. He had lost a lot of weight, and he could vaguely see a strip of cloth wrapped around his chest. He was one of the most desolate when he went to the beggars in the capital.
Ignoring the greetings, Uncle Beg's first words were: "She was taken away!"
"Who?!" This summer instinctively asked, and he already knew when he asked. Besides Mrs. Shen, who can make Uncle Beg anxious like this, who else can say, "Is it my aunt?"
Uncle Beg nodded: "Those people's skills are not weak, and I haven't learned the tracking technique. I only know that they came all the way to the capital, but they couldn't find anyone."
"Wait, who caught my aunt? Jin Yiwei?" asked this summer.
Uncle Beg shook his head: "I don't know, they are all dressed in black and wrapped tightly, so I can't tell who they are."
"Where is it..." Seeing Uncle Beg's blue eyes and cracked lips this summer, he must have been in a hurry to find someone these days. He didn't rest much, so he took him to a nearby teahouse and sat down, "Uncle, you have a drink first. Tea, speak slowly."
"I'm not in the mood to drink tea..."
When Mrs. Shen lost it, Uncle Beg panicked, and his heart was burning with urgency.
"Uncle, sit down." This summer, he took out the calmness that should be in the hunter, "I'm the hunter, and I'm good at tracking, and I'll help you find someone. But you have to calm down first, and tell the whole thing again, the more you can. The details are better. If you want to find my aunt, it depends on how much you remember. "
Uncle Beg was pressed to sit on the bench this summer, and he was calm, knowing that she was right, so he told her the whole thing in detail - it turned out that he and Shen had not parted since Xinhe City. In order to avoid the Japanese chaos, the lady went all the way west. It only took two days, and the overnight inn asked for two upper rooms, but the two rooms were quite far apart. He was also negligent at the time and did not expect danger. When he woke up the next day, Mrs. Shen's room was empty. He found the rut of the carriage at the back and chased it all the way, but halfway through, he was stopped by six men in black. Those people were highly skilled in martial arts, and he was injured and defeated. After that, he tried several times and nearly lost his life, so he could only follow in secret, until the carriage disappeared when he approached the capital.
"Uncle, does your injury matter?"
This summer, I know very well that with Uncle Beggar's kung fu, if the opponent is not a master and he is six-on-one, he will never be hurt.
Uncle Beg waved his hand and motioned her to leave it alone: "Now, it's important to find her!"
This summer, I pondered for a moment. There are hundreds of carriages coming to the capital from outside every day. It is easier said than done to find a carriage.
"Uncle, let's go outside the city to see first."
The two walked all the way to the side road four or five miles away from the city, only to find a slightly clear carriage rut.
"That's what I remember." Uncle Beg pointed at the rut.
This summer, I squatted and measured the ruts with my hands: "The width of the wheels is nearly four inches, and the distance between the two wheels is nearly five feet. This is a large carriage, and ordinary people would not use such a large carriage."
"How many carriages of this size are there in the capital?" Uncle Beggar asked.
"Not much." He replied this summer, looking forward little by little along the rut, not letting go of any subtle clues.
If it’s not too much, maybe we can find it one by one, Uncle Beg thought. Due to the injury to his left chest, his left hand often trembled involuntarily, and he clenched his left hand with his right hand.
At this time, a little oil stain next to the rut caught Jin Xia's attention. She carefully picked up the dust stained with oil, and put it to her nose to sniff it.
"Uncle, come and smell, what is this?" she said happily.
Uncle Beg went over and took a sniff, shook his head, and asked, "What is it?"
"It's my aunt's usual hair oil, how come you can't even smell it." Jin Xia shook her head. Mrs. Shen is proficient in pharmacology, and the head oil is prepared by herself. The fragrance is different from the ordinary head oil sold in the market.
Hearing this, Uncle Beg sniffed hard again, but he was a big man, and he was usually very rough. How could he pay attention to these cosmetics in women's homes, naturally he couldn't smell it.
"Why is her hair oil here?" Uncle Beg was puzzled.
This summer, I followed the rut and continued to move forward until I reached the fork in front of the intersection, and then I found the oil traces again. I can be sure that this is a special trace left by Mrs. Shen.
The two walked back into the city along the traces of head oil, and turned around, until they reached a secluded house in the west of the city, where they could no longer find any traces.
"She's in there?!"
Uncle Beg looked up to see whose mansion it was, but there was no plaque on the door.
This summer, I have been in the capital for many years, and I am hunting Kuai again, but I know who this house belongs to.
"This is the old house where Jin Yiwei experienced Shen Lian. Since he was assigned, this house has been empty." This summer's heart gradually sank. Mrs. Shen was tied into the Shen family's house, indicating that this person knew Mrs. Shen's true identity very well. Although Lu Yi knew about it, he would never do such a thing, so, could it be...
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The four corners of the house are placed with ice cubes on large glass plates.
Su was holding a fan and the breeze was blowing. Yan Shifan leaned on the bamboo couch and looked at the pair of jade feet in front of him with extreme concentration.
The graceful curves, smooth skin, all blended together on the fingertips, he couldn't help sighing contentedly.
"I haven't seen you for ten years, and your feet are still the same as they were back then." He admired and looked at the pair of jade feet with admiration, "You know, since that day you threw in the water, I thought about it for ten years and found it. It's been ten years, but I can't find anyone like you."
The owner of the pair of jade feet was Mrs. Shen. She was firmly clamped on her hands and feet by a strangely made chair, unable to move. Her clothes were neat, except for her shoes and socks.
After looking and looking, and looking and looking, Yan Shifan reluctantly turned his eyes back to Mrs. Shen's face.
"Lin Ling, it turns out that you have been hiding in Yangzhou all these years, and I have been to Yangzhou several times, but unfortunately I have not met you." He sighed, "If you hadn't been involved with Lu Yi this time, I don't know when we would be able to See you. Speaking of which, I should really thank Lu Yi."
Mrs. Shen looked at him coldly and made up her mind not to say a word.
Yan Shifan looked at her and stretched out his right hand gently. Mrs. Shen thought he was going to touch her face and tried to avoid it in disgust. But he didn't touch her, just slowly rolled up his sleeves in front of her...
Where the forearm rests on the elbow, there is an obvious scar, which has just scabbed over, and the surrounding area is still red.
"Look, it was bitten by you at the beginning, and I kept it." He said, "Every time it is getting better, I will cut it open with a knife, so that it always looks like it was bitten by you just now. look."
He said these words with infinite affection, but it was horrifying in Mrs. Shen's ears.
"I still remember that when you got on the boat, you were wearing an autumn-scented dress, which made your feet extraordinarily delicate. Anything more is too much, and a little less is too little. It's really distressing for people to see. ." As she spoke, Yan Shifan's eyes moved to her feet again, his love and reluctance beyond words.
At this time, someone outside said: "Young Master, I have an urgent matter for you to come over."
Yan Shifan frowned: "What's the matter?"
"I heard that it was because of the Taoist priest named Lan Daoxing in the palace. He seems to be unable to hold on anymore. The master is in a hurry and asks you to discuss it."
Hearing that Lan Daoxing couldn't hold it anymore, Yan Shifan stood up reluctantly and instructed left and right: "Take care of her, she can't get fat, can't lose weight, and don't let her get hurt. ."
Mrs. Shen finally watched him take two steps forward, and she was about to leave. Unexpectedly, he turned back, half-kneeled in front of her, stretched out her hand and wrapped her left foot in the palm of her hand, rubbed it carefully, lingering and forgetting to return. After a long while, he reluctantly left.
It wasn't until his figure disappeared, and even the footsteps could not be heard, that Mrs. Shen's tense back suddenly relaxed, and the palms of her hands and forehead were covered in cold sweat.
Knowing that Mrs. Shen was guarded by experts, even if she guessed that Mrs. Shen was likely to be imprisoned in the Shen residence, she did not dare to break in rashly this summer. It was only at night that she changed into night clothes, covered her face, and quietly chatted with the beggar. Uncle climbed over the courtyard wall.
The seemingly broken courtyard walls on the outside never imagined that the inside is so rich and luxurious. The small courtyard has a view of a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River. The paint surface of the wooden bridge is probably mixed with pearl powder. A small bridge glows softly in the moonlight.
Although it was night, the heat had not subsided. The two maids were sitting under the porch, playing with their feet, their white feet teasing the little fish in the pool.
Hidden behind the rockery this summer, he waited for an opportunity to jump out and restrain them with Uncle Beggar.
"Say, where is Mrs. Shen?" she asked in a low voice.
The maid shook her head in shock: "I-I don't know any Mrs. Shen..."
"Is there a woman around twenty seven or eight years old who was locked in?" Jin Xia pressed the dagger against her cheek and then asked.
She didn't dare to move her head immediately, only dared to move her mouth: "There is such a person, the son called her Lin Ling."
Lin Ling was Mrs. Shen's boudoir name, so she asked anxiously this summer, "Where is she?"
"She, she's in the son's room."
Hearing this, Uncle Beg felt that all the blood rushed to the top of his head, and the hand that restrained the maid suddenly exerted force, almost twisting her neck off.
"Uncle." This summer motioned to Uncle Beggar to stay calm, and then asked, "Where is your son's room?"
The maid pointed her finger at the bottom of the main room.
"Under the ground? Under the ground?" Jin Xia was stunned, and the dagger was hit. "Are you kidding me?"
"Really, the young master is greedy for the cold, so the house is set up there, and you can go down from behind the screen in the main room." The maid hurriedly said.
Looking at the maid this summer doesn't look like a lie, and looks at Uncle Beggar.
Uncle Beg pointed out like the wind, and instantly knocked them down. He lifted his feet and was about to go to the main room. He was pulled by Jin Xia and motioned for him to drag the person to a shaded place to hide.
I couldn't see anyone on the way to the main room. The quiet surroundings made this summer's heart flutter. I always felt something was wrong, but I couldn't tell what was wrong. She recalled that Yan Shifan's boat was also full of strangeness, which made people shudder.
He quickly swept into the main room, and there was no one in the room, but there was a strange aroma, and I didn't know what kind of incense was used. This summer, I walked around behind the jade screen with Uncle Beggar, and I saw a staircase facing down.
For fear of being deceived, every step down the stairs this summer is extremely careful, for fear of stepping on the trap, always try first before daring to step on it. Uncle Beg was blocked by her and was very anxious, but could not do anything.
In this way, until entering the underground room, there was no abnormality, and it was incredible this summer that it went smoothly.
"Auntie!" As soon as she entered the room, she saw Mrs. Shen lying on the bed, seemingly unconscious.
As soon as Uncle Beg saw Mrs. Shen, he rushed forward and checked her breath and pulse. They were all stable, so he was a little relieved.
This summer, I always felt that this place was weird, so I didn't dare to stop there: "Uncle, let's go! Let's save people first."
Uncle Beg nodded, picked up Mrs. Shen, and exited the same way this summer. Only halfway up the stairs, Uncle Beg suddenly felt the world spinning in front of him, and he almost fell. He quickly hugged Mrs. Shen, lest he would fall her.
This summer later, I also felt dizzy for the first time. The faint aroma in the house was like fruit wine. I didn't feel any difference at first, but the more I smelled it, the more intoxicating it became. Her feet couldn't get up, and she was short one step, she took a lot of effort to get up.
"This scent is poisonous! Uncle... Be careful!" she shouted as best she could.
Uncle Beg was so strong that he just hugged Mrs. Shen, trying his best to stagger forward and crawled forward a few steps.
At this time, several figures appeared at the entrance of the stairs, against the light, this summer, they could barely tell that they were wearing black clothes, and they fell over without even seeing what they looked like.
Although Uncle Beg also fainted, Mrs. Shen was still in her arms, and she couldn't faint without saying anything. The hand holding Mrs. Shen tightly closed, and she pressed her left shoulder against his injured left chest. The wound that had not healed opened again, and the pain made him suddenly awake a lot.
Standing at the entrance of the stairs was the man in black who had played against him on the road.
Blood gushed out from the wound and wet Mrs. Shen's shoulders.
Uncle Beg hugged her tightly and stood firmly.
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When Yan Shifan came back, his face was a little gloomy, not as relaxed as when he went out.